Rough, Sara Fields [the top 100 crime novels of all time txt] 📗

“This is going to hurt, little one. Your bottom is going to bear the marks from my belt for several days,” he warned, and I tried to prepare myself for what was to come.

I couldn’t have though. I didn’t know how much worse it was going to get.

When he first lifted the belt, I steeled myself by tensing every single muscle in my body. I heard the belt swish through the air, and I tightened even harder.

A line of fire exploded across my backside. His palm had hurt, but this was ten times worse. The sting went deeper. It felt stronger and more intense and a soft keening sound of shock escaped my mouth before I could stop it.

The belt cracked against my bottom for a second time. And then a third. After that, I lost count.

The leather whipped against the tops of my cheeks all the way to the bottom, but he didn’t stop there. He thrashed the backs of my thighs too. Sometimes, the tip of the belt even caught the inner curves of my bottom cheeks. Worst of all, it clipped my soaking wet folds in between my legs, which made me cry out every time.

My backside became one mass of unending stinging sensation. It didn’t take long for my tears to begin falling anew and my once-soft cries grew louder and louder until I was sure that the entire castle could hear that I was getting my bare bottom belted hard by my alpha.

When I tried to roll away, his hand descended down onto the small of my back, firmly holding me in place so that he could thoroughly punish me as hard as he wanted. Over and over the belt thrashed me until it was my entire focus. My bottom felt scalded and with every lash of the belt, I could feel a welt rising in its place. Before long, my entire backside and my thighs felt like a mass of welts, but the pulsing sensations between my legs grew ever stronger.

“Please, I’m so sorry,” I begged.

“I know you are, my little omega,” he said gently. He whipped me several more times with the belt and I moaned into the bed, watching as my tears stained the sheets beneath me.

Finally, he laid the belt to the side.

“Is your little bottom sore?” he asked.

“Yes, Alpha,” I answered.

“Open your legs,” he demanded, and an icy cold jolt of fear raced down my spine.

“Yes, Alpha,” I answered, but my voice was hoarse and shaky. Slowly, I obeyed him, and his palm pressed up against my naked pussy.

“I told you that this naughty little pussy was going to feel my belt too, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I moaned.

A single finger slid up and down my slit, teasing and taunting me with pleasure. Anxiously, I waited, not knowing if he was going to continue or if he was going to punish me there too.

“Are you afraid of me now, my feisty little omega?” he pressed.

“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Good,” he answered, and that icy fear exploded into something that bordered on terror. His palm left my pussy, and it came back down just as quickly. He spanked me there several times just as firmly as he had my backside.

My pussy was so very tender and the wet sound of his palm against my soaked folds was mortifying, at least at first. Before long though, the only thing on my mind was how much his palm stung as it struck my vulnerable flesh and my fingers fisted into the blankets beneath me as if they were a lifeline. I didn’t let go.

My hips rolled back and forth trying to avoid his painful strikes, but it didn’t matter. He punished my pussy just as firmly as he had everything else and before long, my pussy was burning just as much as my welted backside.

“Roll on your back. It’s time for you to feel my belt on those pretty breasts and your wet little pussy,” he commanded, and every fiber of my body rushed to obey him. I rolled and sucked in a pained breath when my backside pressed against the sheets. I tried to lift my bottom, but he quickly grasped an ankle and lashed it to the corner of the bed. In no time at all, he’d secured the other and had taken my hands and tied them up over my head.

“This next part is going to be the hardest, my pretty omega,” he said, and he used the tip of the belt to thrash my left nipple. I arched clean off the bed and cried out at once, but the next lash struck my right side just as hard as the other.

I screamed and cried, but he welted my breasts too. My nipples burned hot and the pain escalated with every strike. I tried not to scream, but it was useless. It hurt and I pulled on the ropes that held me captive even though I knew I wouldn’t get away.

The belt whipped in between my thighs next and I writhed on the bed. The pain was so much more intense, and it took everything in me to handle it.

He punished my breasts and my pussy with that belt until he decided it was enough. It didn’t matter how much I squirmed and begged him to stop.

“I will keep you safe, omega. There’s no one else here that will. You are mine to protect and if I have to punish you every night until you learn that, I won’t hesitate, do you understand me?” he asked firmly.

“Yes, Alpha,” I cried, and he threw the belt to the side. He spanked my pussy hard with his hand several more times and I sobbed. His palm felt so much more personal and I found that even though it hurt, I wanted that kind of personal touch.

“Will you run from me again?”

He pressed his palm firmly against my pussy, sending a clear message that he would punish me endlessly until I submitted to